We lost our buddy man two weeks ago to lymphoma and old age. We were in Florida helping dear friends move, and the Trusty Coworker (who was keeping him for me), called to say that between leaving for dinner and getting home, Bailey had taken a turn for the worse. I told him it was time for the Final Vet Visit, and I was (and am) so sorry that he had to be the one to take him. The Research Assistant (and her pharmacist) and The Auburn Fan (and a friend of hers) drove there as well, and they all kissed him goodbye and told him how much we loved him. And that he had pretty eyes. Because he did always have the prettiest eyes. I am so grateful to my village for all they did that night and the love they showered on Bailey over the years. We are heartbroken, and we will miss him forever.
He will be so, so missed, but never forgotten. Pretty eyes, always.